“Slappa the bass!” and other awkward, wince-inducing scenes make for a snicker every five minutes or so. It’s a buddy flick, sure, something easily dismissed by most – but I Love You, Man is your weekend matinee nothing else on the tube kinda movie. It goes down easy. You can find it while channel surfing (“There’s nothing on!”), watch the last 20 minutes and still get something out of it, or fall asleep, no worries. What does bother me is the sneaking suspicion that this is a chick flick (in buddy flick’s clothing) and what my girlfriend will say when she sees it.

Sydney’s character is great. Who doesn’t want a weird, cool pal who has a dog named after Anwar Sadat (“because he looks exactly like him”) and has a jerk off station? Well, that and the man-Uggs and the yuppie scooter. Whoops.

Seeing the previews to this film made me realize how long it’d been since I’d seen an, umm, adolescent-type movie …

“I Love You, Man” wasn’t that type of film, really. Sure you had your requisite amount of hurling and language. But there were some truly funny moments that cracked my husband and me up.

And then there was, wait for it, Rush, the true reason I brought the film home. The concert footage in the movie itself, which seems to have been staged for the film, was okay, but the special features contain an extended concert sequence which was totally great.